Великий Гэтсби

           "—SoItookonelookathim,"saidMr.Wolfsheim,shakingmyhandearnestly,"andwhatdoyouthinkIdid?"

           "What?"Iinquiredpolitely.

           Butevidentlyhewasnotaddressingme,forhedroppedmyhandandcoveredGatsbywithhisexpressivenose.

           "IhandedthemoneytoKatspaughandIsaid:‘allright,Katspaugh,don’tpayhimapennytillheshutshismouth.’Heshutitthenandthere."

           Gatsbytookanarmofeachofusandmovedforwardintotherestaurant,whereuponMr.Wolfsheimswallowedanewsentencehewasstartingandlapsedintoasomnambulatoryabstraction.

           "Highballs?"askedtheheadwaiter.

           "Thisisanicerestauranthere,"saidMr.Wolfsheim,lookingatthePresbyteriannymphsontheceiling."ButIlikeacrossthestreetbetter!"

           "Yes,highballs,"agreedGatsby,andthentoMr.Wolfsheim:"It’stoohotoverthere."

           "Hotandsmall—yes,"saidMr.Wolfsheim,"butfullofmemories."

           "Whatplaceisthat?"Iasked.

           "TheoldMetropole.

           "TheoldMetropole,"broodedMr.Wolfsheimgloomily."Filledwithfacesdeadandgone.Filledwithfriendsgonenowforever.Ican’tforgetsolongasIlivethenighttheyshotRosyRosenthalthere.Itwassixofusatthetable,andRosyhadeatanddrunkalotallevening.